Four months of fatherhood & the million dollar smile

26 May 2007

Four months of fatherhood

Fatherhood is wonderful. I wholeheartedly recommend it. I’m always rushing to leave the office to pick up my son from daycare. Sure, there are those days when he’ll give us a hard time and moan and groan and cry and poohing after you’ve just changed his diaper. But let him crack that million dollar smile in the morning or evening, and you’re on top of the world. Sure, I worry about him starting college just as I’m about to retire. But for now, I’ll just treasure the joys of witnessing his day-to-day development. It’s a blessing to think of my wife and my son and me as a family. I dream of the day I can teach him to play catch and take him to a Mets or Dodgers game. I can’t wait to see his smile as we walk through the Magic Kingdom and meet Mickey’s menagerie. My wife and I think he’s the cutest kid in the world; it’s as if we’re drunk on love at first sight with our sweetheart. At four-and-a-half months of age, he just learned to add a giggle to his smile, producing his first laugh. Even small things like learning how to clasp both hands together to put his father’s finger in his mouth (I think he’s beginning to teethe) delight us with wonder. Hey, I just heard that a woman in her sixties gave birth to twins. Fatherhood at 46 doesn’t seem so old anymore. Better late than never.